Ch-ch-ch-changes…

pabu1Lots of big doings here this week.

1) We have a new dog at our house, and some new rules in place for the fourteen-year-old (and for me).

2) I emailed my novel manuscript to my agent. The last time I did this, I didn’t hear back for a month, then I was asked (very nicely) if I couldn’t add more tension…two years ago. I think there’s tension now, in fact, I feel pretty damn tense about the whole enterprise.

3) I am at work on a new novel…or a novella…or a really long short story. We’ll see what happens.

4) On Friday I turned in my letter of resignation to Everett Community College. I am still waffling on how much I will teach part-time. My real, true goal–to be 100% present for my daughters and my mom, wherever we are on our journey (and there’s the husband)–but also, always, TO KEEP WRITING EVERY DAY.

“If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible.”  –Kierkegaard

 

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5 thoughts on “Ch-ch-ch-changes…

  1. That’s quite a list! I can’t wait to read your novel! And no more full time at EvCC, oh my goodness! I wish I were there …

  2. Yes! To all the changes. Hooray the novel is in the mail! A new dog, what fun. Goodbye to full time teaching. Yes! This being present for the others, yes but how about tweaking it to just being present, just being the Silent Watcher, the Knowing that accepts everything and therefore transforms everything. I’m rereading The Power of Now. I struggle with this idea of living for other people. So happy for all the new movement in your life! Love Abby On May 4, 2014 7:47 AM, “A Writer’s Alchemy” wrote: > > awritersalchemy posted: “Lots of big doings here this week. 1) We have a new dog at our house, and some new rules in place for the fourteen-year-old (and for me). 2) I emailed my novel manuscript to my agent. The last time I did this, I didn’t hear back for a month, then I ” >

  3. Not to say you live for other people. I seem to use my mother, my husband’s compromised heart valve, as an excuse to not even have dreams or wishes. I have even thought, pathetically, “Maybe I will do that in my next life.” Of course that is, again, the ego.

  4. Thank you everyone (and those who emailed). I am trying to focus on the excitement rather than the fear. One foot in front of the other. Type a poem. Write 500 new words.

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